The Golden Ritual
Dong Sun remembered the weight of the brass tag long before he remembered the blood. It was a small, cold weight, but it had crushed the architecture of his life into a single, flat point of failure. He stood now in the rain, his uniform stripped, holding a ledger that no longer meant anything, watching the city take back its own. The clock in the wrong tower had been striking noon for three...
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